Chapter 726 Contained Objects and Whitewashing

Moscow, Russian Ministry of Magic.

"so……"

Cornelius Fudge, the British Minister of Magic, rubbed the top hat in his hand distractedly. The stability he was accustomed to in people's impressions was gone. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the way he was when he first became Minister of Magic. Hesitant and nervous.

"Is everything true? That person who cannot even be named is really back?"

"Yes."

Not far away, "Newt Scamander" nodded.

In addition to the master of magical beasts, the Russian Minister of Magic, the Ukrainian Minister of Magic, the Belarusian Minister of Magic, the Commissioner of the International Federation of Wizards... were also in the room, and everyone had a solemn expression on their faces.

Just a few minutes ago, they had just synchronized the "Dark Demon Parade" taking place in the magical streets of Russia to Cornelius Fudge and Albus Dumbledore who had hurriedly arrived - there was no doubt that this time it was just It was just a signal, or in other words, a blatant provocation to the incompetent Ministry of Magic of various countries and the international wizarding community.

"It's a pity, Connelly, to be precise..."

Dumbledore sighed softly and said solemnly.

"Voldemort has never left. The defeat ten years ago did not make him disappear. He just changed his form and lurked in the magical world, silently accumulating power, waiting for the day he will make a comeback."

"That's a Horcrux, isn't it? The legendary extremely crazy, extremely evil black magic?"

Newt Scamander ([DATA EXPUNGED]) frowned and asked thoughtfully.

Dumbledore nodded seriously, staring at the black gemstone ring with a gloomy expression.

"So... could you please explain to me first, what is a Horcrux?"

The Ukrainian Minister of Magic looked between Dumbledore and Newt for a few seconds and shrugged with confusion.

"At least in my opinion, it's just an evil magic prop created by a dark wizard. Destroy it, and then capture the dark lord named Tom Riddle and his henchmen. I don't understand why there is such a big fanfare... …”

"The fact that we've got him - but that's also the biggest concern."

Dumbledore turned his head and pointed at the ring on the stone table in the room, with a hint of gloom in his tone.

"Horcrux, this is an extremely evil thing... It refers to an object that hides part of a person's soul. In this way, even if that person's body is attacked or damaged, he cannot die because he is still alive. There is a part of the soul left in this world to be damaged. Of course, in this form, it is neither a human nor a ghost..."

"However, there is only one way to split a soul - through the most evil act, soul-level murder. An extremely evil and crazy wizard can do this, killing others while tearing apart his own soul storage and sealing it. .”

"So that's why You-Know-Who didn't die after attacking little Harry because he had this Horcrux?"

Cornelius Fudge couldn't help but shuddered and said uncomfortably.

"In short, let's destroy it as soon as possible. According to you, as long as the ring is destroyed, does it mean that the mysterious man has been completely eliminated by us - if it were you, there must be a way to destroy this evil prop Bar?"

"It's not that simple, Connelly..."

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, looked around at the Ministry of Magic officials, and said in a deep voice.

"About six months ago, I found a similar item that was confiscated from some Death Eater vault—Cornelly, you know what I'm talking about—and that's when I started Doubtful, Voldemort split his soul."

Dumbledore listened, collected his thoughts, and spoke slowly.

"If a wizard kills people multiple times and splits his soul multiple times in order to escape death, it will create a very bad situation: we can never be sure whether he is really eliminated. And the appearance of this ring undoubtedly proves this At one point, he is closer to immortality than anyone else... The appearance of this ring is actually a very ominous sign."

"In other words, I don't think destroying it directly is the right choice."

Following Dumbledore's suggestion, the confusion on the faces of the Ministry of Magic officials became more intense.

However, before they could speak, another old wizard's voice sounded in the room.

"I understand what you mean, Professor Dumbledore. Can I understand it as..."

Newt Scamander's eyes flickered and he continued softly.

"This may also mean that for Voldemort, the number of evil Horcruxes originally used for defense and life extension is already large enough that he can use this as a weapon without worrying about being destroyed. ?”

"That's right! That's what I think. Facing such an unprecedented threat, the magic world needs to unite."

Dumbledore nodded, "No matter how crazy Voldemort is, he is only a human being after all. With the splitting of soul fragments, his reason and character are gradually becoming irreversibly broken - so instead of constantly destroying Voldemort's soul, We might as well set up a reliable organization to seal and contain these Horcruxes alone."

"Gentlemen, I believe that all of you here are trustworthy and respectable people..."

Dumbledore looked around at the wizards in the room and said with a serious expression.

"But apart from this room, if this scope involves the Ministry of Magic of various countries and the International Federation of Wizards, then there is a high possibility of leaks and even serious cases of Horcrux theft. Therefore, I propose to create a new room that is limited to a small number of people. An international organization where reliable Ministers of Magic can be kept informed."

"In fact, it's not just Horcruxes. Anything that cannot be destroyed directly but is dangerous, we can include it in the joint containment list and jointly contain and seal it - as for the name of the organization, I suggest..."

Dumbledore thought very seriously for a moment, then said softly.

"Special Containment Procedures Foundation - SCPF for short, is a 'Special Containment Procedures Prison' that is independent of the Ministry of Magic of various countries and the International Federation of Wizards, but is also under the supervision and jurisdiction of the entire wizarding world."

"As for the more detailed rules, I think... how about we draw up a draft together today while everyone is here. By the way, we can also unify our approach on the Voldemort incident and issue a warning to the entire magical world. . This is different from any enemy we have faced before. It comes from wizards, but it is no longer human in the strict sense..."

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A little earlier.

Devon, near the village of Ottery St. Catchpole.

Quibble Town, the office of the editor-in-chief of "The Quibbler", on the desk of the Lovegood family.

"Understood, Professor Dumbledore has passed?"

Xenophilius Lovegood glanced at the fleeting golden fire in the living room, took a deep breath, solemnly picked up a gold-red quill from the desk, and gently held the wand in his hand. He moved a little bit, and started writing bit by bit on a translucent blurry book.

Item Number: SCP-017-2

Object Class: Euclid

Name: Marvolo Gaunt's Ring ([DATA EXPUNGED])

Special Containment Procedures: [Not visible yet]

Description: [Not visible yet]

Appendix: After the initial containment by [DATA EXPUNGED] was completed in the old Gaunt house, [DATA EXPUNGED] was transferred to the "SCP pseudo"-[Scp-f] agency in Moscow, Russia, on August 31, 1992. All relevant records have been cleared. and personnel information, reports on SCP-017-2 are 'suspended' updates.

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at the same time.

London, Diagon Alley, Flourish and Blotts Books.

With the help of Goblin Douglas, Irina Ivanovich took a long list and walked through the crowded bookstore with some difficulty. She carefully checked and searched for a local book in Hogwart this semester. Books that may be needed in Ci Magic School.

On the wall outside the bookstore, Elena flicked the small, thin diary in her hand, with a somewhat tattered black cover. She casually turned to the back cover and glanced at the words printed on it. Handwriting that is about to fade.

It bore the name of a newsagent in Vauxhall Road, London - exactly as she described it.

A meaningful smile appeared on the girl's face, and her lake-blue eyes shone with excitement.

"Yes, that's it, Draco—"